The Power of Mesmerism (8 page)

The second day after Frank had read these curious old bits to his
parents and sister, they were all delighted by the arrival of young
Harry Mortimer to spend a day with his old school-mate.

To judge by appearances Mr. Etheridge had every cause for the curious
desires he had confessed to, two days before. Harry was a really
handsome youth of seventeen, with golden coloured hair, the bloom of
the peach on his cheeks, and a most loveable pair of deep blue eyes
which seemed full of the humid fire of love. He had also a finely
developed form, which his close-fitting garments set off to the best
advantage, and, above all, what had the most charm for the eyes of his
friends as they so heartily welcomed him to their house was the evident
precocity of his organs of love, which in their quiescent state showed
a most prominent lump in his trousers.

Mrs. Etheridge: "Why Harry, what a fine fellow you have grown since I
saw you a year ago. No doubt you are too bashful to kiss Ethel now, but
you will surely embrace an old friend like me, who used to nurse you in
my arms as a baby," giving him such an amorous hug and smack upon his
cheeks that the young fellow blushed up to his eyes.

After luncheon Frank took Harry for a walk, and asking him if he would
like to look at their horses, they bent their steps to the stables
where the groom Thomas, a fine handsome young fellow of about twenty,
was polishing the coats of his charges, at the same time as he emitted
that curious hissing which all stablemen so mysteriously accustom
themselves to when busy over their work. He did not see the two young
gentlemen till they had been watching his operations for a few seconds,
but as soon as he did so, respectfully touched his cap and asked them
to look at his horses.

Walking into the stable, Thomas, cap in hand, respectfully pointed out
all the perfections of his pets and the neatness of all the
appointments. Then he conducted them into the harness room, which was
at the top of a short flight of stairs.

Thomas was about to close an interior door, which half open gave a view
into his own private quarters, when, a sudden idea striking him, Frank
said, "You won't mind, Thomas, if we take a peep into your
sanctum—unless you have got a young lady you would rather we did not
see. I only want to let Mr. Mortimer see how cosy your room is,
besides, you know, I have often had a sly smoke with you there on wet
days when I was home for the holidays before, and I know you have
always got some nice clean glasses in your cupboard, if not anything
better than water to offer us. But I have taken care of that and
brought a good flask of finest brandy. I got the housekeeper to give me
some of papa's real
vieux cognac
. It's ever so old and goes down like
milk. Just the thing, Thomas, to keep you up to your work when you have
a nice girl. But I forget you never do anything of the sort, eh! How
about little Lucy, the under-housemaid, who I hear had to go home with
a big belly not long ago?"

"Lord, sir!" said Thomas, quite enjoying Frank's joke, "that'll be
another of old Stroker's kids when it's born. He did it when she went
up to be taught her confirmation lesson. I'm told he confirmed seven
girls in fucking, this examination. He's a regular ram of a parson, and
will soon be the father of all the young'uns in the parish. I wonder
Master let Miss Ethel go to him at all. I always suspected the old
fellow after the way he treated me."

They entered the snug little bedroom, where everything was a clean as a
new pin, and seated themselves on the only two chairs that were there,
whilst the groom brought out the glasses and fetched a jug of bright
sweet spring water from the pump outside.

Frank, mixing a rather stiffish drop, said, "Now, Thomas, drink the
Rev. Mr. Stroker's health, and then tell us all about his tricks with
you."

Himself and Harry also took a little of the brandy. And Thomas, pressed
to begin, cleared his throat and commenced:

"Well, Mr. Frank and Mr. Mortimer, I don't mind letting you into the
secret, but the fact is every time I think of the old rascal's
indecency it makes my cock stand, but you must not tell a soul what I
now tell you."

"All right, go on, old fellow, just a drop more brandy to encourage
your bashfulness, eh!" laughed Frank.

Thomas, wiping his mouth after a good swig at the brandy and water:
"Well, sirs, that righteous old sinner, as an Irishman would say, began
by asking me questions about who made me. If I knew there was a God and
a Devil. Then about the world and the flesh, and so on, a lot of
rubbish out of the church prayerbook. 'You know, Thomas, my boy,' he
said, 'that the "flesh" means having to do with girls and other dirty
indecent things which come into the heads of rude boys. Now tell me if
you ever did anything of that kind with other boys or girls?'

"This was rather a poser for me. I didn't like to tell a downright lie
and knew I had been a party to one or two little games of that sort,
such as we used to do in the hayfield, throwing the girls down, turning
up their clothes, and showing them our cocks, which no doubt the old
rascal knew. I could feel my face was turning quite red with confusion.
'Ha, I see what it is, Thomas! I must thoroughly examine you and tell
by the look of your penis' (that is the word I think he used, but you
know he meant my cock), as he ordered me to unbutton and show him my
privates, and he would soon tell if I had been up to any of the Devil's
wickedness.

"As soon as I was exposed to him he told me to draw the skin of my cock
back, which I did.

"'Do it again, my boy, there now, again—two or three times mind.'

"Then I expect he saw slight signs of a rise, saying, 'Do it
quicker—quicker, boy' till I had the horn quite stiff.

"'My gracious! You're finely grown for your age, Thomas. Now did you
never show that to a gal?'

"'Well, sir,' I said, rather shamefaced at what he was making me do, 'I
did once, but only once, sir, and Polly Jones felt it with her hand,
and let me feel what her cock was like, too.'

"'Fine goings on in my parish, 'pon my word, Thomas, but what sort a
thing had she got? Because you know gals have nothing like this,' he
said, taking hold of my standing prick.

"'She'd—she'd only a little crack, sir,' I replied. 'Pray let me go
now, sir, I don't like it.' He was regularly frigging me.

"'Silly boy, here's a half-crown to keep quiet, if you let me handle it
a bit, and you shall have another every time you come to me,' he said,
giving me the money, and soon frigged me to a spend and then let me go.
I didn't think much harm in it, and was very glad to get the parson's
half-crowns, so went twice a week for examination. He wasn't satisfied
with just frigging me, but sometimes went down on his knees and sucked
my cock till I spent in his mouth, which I liked better, but when he
wanted me to do the same for him, and even offered me a sovereign, I
wouldn't do it, only let him rub his great cock against my belly and
balls, and then he would spend, holding the head of my prick against
his own and so drawing his own foreskin over it. Then I had the
sovereign never to open my lips about it, and at last was confirmed."

Frank now gave Thomas a drop more brandy and asked him if he would like
to be mesmerized, adding, "If you are game to let me, you will then
have to answer truthfully any questions I ask and do everything I tell
you."

Thomas: "Now, Mr. Frank, you are trying to get at me—as if I would
believe that. I ain't afraid. You may try."

Frank: "Then look me steadily in the face, and let me hold you by your
two thumbs."

Thomas: "All right, sir, but I be sure you can't make me do as you say."

For a little while he resisted the effects of Frank's mesmeric art, but
in less than five minutes his eyes had a quite vacant look, and in
obedience to his young master he seated himself on the side of the bed.

"Now, Harry, let me do you as well, as I have an idea I want to carry
out."

"You may take hold of my thumbs as you did with Thomas, but I defy you
to mesmerize me," said Harry, laughing.

"That's too bad," replied Frank with a smile, "but there's no harm in
trying what I can do, old fellow, eh?"

It was a hard task to fix the gaze of his youthful companion, but by
patience and perseverance Frank succeeded at last in putting him also
into a perfect state of mesmeric sleep.

"Now, my fine fellows, I shall be well rewarded for my trouble before I
bring you round again, and it's my turn before I fetch Papa on the
scene, I think."

He stripped himself, and ordered his two subjects to do the same, put a
small box of cold cream under the pillow of the bed so as to be at
hand, then contemplated and handled the young groom and his friend.

Thomas was furnished with a lovely tosser, which swelled rapidly under
his touches as he uncovered the ruby head and gently pulled the
foreskin backward and forward.

"Now, Thomas, keep yourself stiff by gentle frigging, but mind not to
spend till I order you," he said; then he turned to the beautiful Harry
Mortimer, who came to his side as soon as ordered. He was indeed an
Adonis—splendidly shaped in every limb, delightfully plump and firm
white flesh, rosy cheeks, sparkling blue eyes—but Frank was so
engrossed with his jewel of a prick, which was a perfect gem of the
first water, nearly eight inches long when erect, as white and hard as
ivory, yet of velvety softness to the touch, and set in a bed of soft,
curly, golden-brown hair, which ornamented the roots and shaded the
full bag of tricks in their receptacle below.

How Frank handled, caressed, and kissed this treasure of love, as he
ejaculated, "Oh, Papa, oh Mamma, what a thrill the sight of this will
give you both. But I must enjoy it first!"

Placing himself on the bed, sitting up with his back supported by a
pillow, he ordered Thomas to straddle his lap. Taking up the box of
cream, he first anointed the head of his own impatient priapus, then
did the same to Thomas' fundament, working his two fingers well in it,
which made the groom's prick throb and stiffen enormously. Then Frank
adjusted his tool to the wrinkled orifice; in obedience to his
mysterious influence Thomas slowly impaled himself upon it, till his
buttocks embraced its whole length and Frank had his man's cock
deliciously chafing and rubbing between their naked bellies at every
movement. Passing his hands under Thomas' armpits, Harry was made to
come forwards behind the groom and present his glorious prick over the
left shoulder so that Frank could take that lovely ruby head in his
mouth, whilst his hands drew back the foreskin and tickled and played
with its appendages, the mere touch of which filled Frank with
maddening lust.

Never had he experienced such ecstasy and erotic fury as this
conjunction with his groom and friend now caused him to feel, he
thrilled from head to toe with voluptuous excitement as his spendings
seemed to shoot from him again and again, with a very few seconds
between each emission, whilst Harry on his part deluged his mouth and
lips with the balmy juice of his virginity and Thomas also flooded his
belly with convulsive jets of spunk, all of them being so young and
vigorous they seemed almost inexhaustible.

At last Frank began to feel it was too much and sank back, overcome by
such an acme of enjoyment, as his prick dropped gradually out of the
groom's fundus.

Presently recovering himself a little, he took a sip of neat brandy,
hastily dressed himself, and willing his subjects to lie quietly on the
bed till he came back, he ran with bated breath, and flushed as he was
with delight, to call his father and mother to the scene.

They all came back together after the lapse of a few minutes. Papa and
Mamma, on entering the little bedroom over the stable, were struck at
once by the entrancing sight which met their eyes, of these two
beautiful young fellows lying naked on the bed; but in a minute or two
both of them threw off all their clothing, in order to thoroughly avail
themselves of the treat provided by their dutiful son.

Frank, by his influence, now willed Harry to kneel up on the bed on his
hands and knees, whilst Thomas was to lie flat on his back.

Mr. Etheridge, who had brought a fine dildo with him, now put cold
cream on it and also on Harry's bum-hole, then inserting the instrument
slowly it gradually won its way in, and he watched its effects with
delight as young Mortimer's cock began to stand again in all its
previous glory. He mounted on the couch behind him, and withdrawing the
dildo, put his own rampant prick in its place, having first lubricated
it with cold cream, then clasping his arms around the dear youth, he
frigged that fine prick, exactly as Frank had seen the professor do
with the boy at college.

Mrs. Etheridge waited a few moments watching her spouse's operation
till her blood was so fired with amorous excitement that she at once
seized upon Thomas' cock, which was lying rather limp between his fine
thighs, then forcing his legs a little further apart, she gamahuched
him and licked his splendid balls till he was as stiff as ever; then
mounting upon her man she slowly impaled herself upon his luscious
battering ram as she lowered her body till her lips met his in a fiery
voluptuousness, to which, under Frank's mysterious influence, the groom
responded with all the ardour of his nature.

For a few moments Mrs. Etheridge continued to kiss and thrust her
tongue into Thomas' mouth, whilst she kept her buttocks steady and
revelled in the sense of possession which that fine prick afforded her,
as her cunt felt thoroughly gorged by the delicious morsel.

Frank, who had intended to enjoy the scene as a passive spectator, was
again fired by the sight of such a voluptuous group, his prick
beginning to stiffen again, notwithstanding his previous exhaustion, so
mounting on the bed he faced his Papa, and letting down his trousers
presented his half erect cock to Harry Mortimer's lips, as he willed
him to take it in his mouth and suck it lusciously. The youth's lips
opened mechanically, the very first touch of them sending a thrill of
pleasure through Frank's frame so that he stiffened up immediately, and
fucked the boy's mouth gently, so as not to come again too soon.